i had to be at that crossroads las' midnight to sell mah soul to the devil.
he taught me to play this guitar real good.
i wudden usin' it.
oh no! no suh! he's white-white as you folks, with mirrors for eyes an' a big hollow voice an' allus travels with a mean old hound.
no suh, that was mah idea. i heard they's a man there pays folks money to sing into a can. they say he pays extra effen you play real good.
i ain't never harmed nobody!
huh?
that's mighty kind of ya boys, but i don't think nothin's gonna save me now - the devil's come to collect his due!
naw i don't guess i do, but that's the way it seems to be workin' out.
it ain't fittin'!
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